[Intro: Swave Sevah]
Aight, one
[Verse 1: Swave Sevah]
Raise the roof drunk off 180 proof
Got n***as hiding out in their trunks like Rae Carruth
The only difference is these cats is all stiff and
Perfectly perforated to visit the mortician
Zipped up, black-bagged, toe-tagged on their embalmed body
Left to rot in a grave next to John Gotti
Check it off, then I'm off to the next. Kid, it's off
With your head, dog. So if you lost your respect
I'll base my life on being like no one—I'm your complete opposite
You a white belt. I'm a shogun
And the things that you won't do, I probably would
I'm like Johnny Dangerous. You're more like Johnny B. Goode
I could land a record deal for seventy mill
And still be in Beverly Hills slinging ecstasy pills
Pimping rich white chicks and embezzling mills
Had this bad one. She worked in the medicine field
But chill. Can't jump the gun
Back to this. You's a b**h and, to prove it
I'll make you bleed once a month, so
Just back off us ‘cause once I'm on your tail
You couldn't be Saved by the Bell if you were Zach Morris